C11 What is ko
In the resting room, the dim light was lifeless as Duan Hong sat on the soft cushion chair. He took off his T-shirt with the word "love" printed on it and wore a black elastic vest on his body, showing off his underdeveloped muscles in his chest.
He tightened the ox-tendon rope around his waist. This was his belt, and it could sometimes be used as a weapon.
The driver came over from the side with a silver metal box in his hand. "Boss Duan —"
This was the best name the driver could think of for Duan Hong. He and the owner called each other brother, although they weren't very old, it wasn't suitable to call him brother.
Duan Hong sat down, looked at the middle-aged driver with white hair at his temples, and calmly asked: "What?"
The driver opened the metal box. Inside were a few red and blue liquid syringes and a few colorful pills. "Boss Duan, my boss asked me to ask you if you need stimulants."
Duan Hong laughed bitterly and thought to himself: I really have no confidence in myself.
He took out the silver flask from his bag and said, "I have better ones if I need to. Thank you."
"Boss Duan, be careful. Everyone here needs to be injected with stimulants. Although there are some side effects, it's still better than losing their lives."
Duan Hong put the bottle of wine back into his bag and said, "If there's a need for it, I will definitely not hold back. When it's my turn to go on stage, call me. "
He sat cross-legged with his hands clasped together, calming his slightly frantic heart. As he silently recited the Heart Sutra, he was also making use of its luck.
Lotus Flower Codex was an internal martial art, and it was the hardest skill to practice.
For the past four years, Duan Hong had still been stuck at the first step — — On the second floor of the Asura Fighting Arena.
Yan Xiaowen held a cup of red wine in his hand and was happily chatting with them.
Although he looked calm on the surface, his heart was in turmoil. He urgently hoped that Duan Hong could step onto the stage and once again witness that thunder-like punch.
<p></p> < p > If you hit a person's body, would it collapse like an elevator door?
<p></p> < p > "Oh!" My dear Yan, it's been a long time since we've met. Ever since you lost to Oak twice last time, it's been a long time since I've seen you. "
A white man wearing a green robe said while swaying, while holding a half-empty bottle of Erguotou.
<p></p> < p > Foreigners wearing robes?
It was out of place, and the way he spoke had the air of a capital city, as if a mule was saddled in a very inappropriate saddle.
Yan Xiaowen smiled and said: "Dear Pirlo, long time no see. I wonder if your Oak can win this time?"
Having lost two times in a row to this Caucasian man, Yan Xiaowen felt extremely aggrieved in his heart.
<p></p> < p > What could he do?
At most, he would only find a Blood Cow that he could fight.
Pirlo was a little drunk and said: "Of course, our United States of America's fighters are the bravest, you have also seen it. The first two times, you found a pound fighter, and he was beaten to death in less than two rounds, and the other one was some expert of the Eagle Claw Sect. In the end, our hands were broken by Oak, hehehe, it's really funny."
<p></p> < p > "Hahaha."
Yan Xiaowen laughed out loud, and said: "That's right, Oak's strength is extraordinary, but you cannot underestimate our Chinese martial arts."
Pirlo patted something on one of its companions and said with a smile, "Did you hear that? He said Chinese Kung Fu? "Hehehe, my dear Yan, I heard that you found a fighter this time. He seems to be — we've never heard of him, nor is he famous."
Yan Xiaowen replied, "Oh? No reputation? I am afraid Mr. Pirlo is not aware of this, he is very famous, nicknamed Devilish Eater! "
Pirlo's eyes flickered with a cold light as he smiled coldly at his companion. Then, he quickly left the place.
<p></p> < p > "Devilish Eater? This name sounds vulgar and unbearable. I wonder how many rounds he can take in the hands of our Demon King Oak. "
Yan Xiaowen looked at the more people on the second floor. There was no lack of beautiful women, there was always a handsome man by her side.
The match between Oak and Duan Hong was the highlight of the show, so it was naturally arranged for the final match.
Yan Xiaowen looked at the time and asked: "Mr. Pirlo, how much are you prepared to bet this time?"
Pirlo revealed his white teeth, and his blue pupils contracted as he said, "Dear Yan, do you think money still has any meaning to me? How about — bet on your Golden Cauldron? "
<p></p> < p > "Hm?"
Yan Xiaowen's eyes flashed with a cold light, this golden tripod that Pirlo has been thinking about me for more than a day or two, I lost a total of 20 million the previous two times, this time I am going to reclaim everything with interest!
"Haha, Mr. Pirlo sure likes to joke around, but - I like it, so I'll bet with you!"
Yan Xiaowen secretly clenched his teeth: Little monk, you cannot lose, if you lose I can only go to the Ku Chan Temple.
Even Yan Xiaowen didn't know why he had made such a huge decision all of a sudden. If Duan Hong really lost, he would really lose his life, and there would be many hidden enemies who wished to see him fall to the ground, before stepping on him forcefully.
Pirlo was startled, he did not expect him to agree so readily, which actually made him uneasy. Oak's strength could be considered a top tier fighting master in terms of United States of America, his Chinese martial arts were vast and profound, could it be that he really could find someone capable of defeating Oak?
Yan Xiaowen said: "Mr. Pirlo, my bet is the Golden Cauldron. I wonder what are you going to bet with me?"
"Looks like dear Yan has come prepared this time. For me, it's rather urgent to decide the victor in a single match. How about this? Let's have three matches and have three victories and two victories!"
Yan Xiaowen knew that Pirlo was afraid, he was afraid that Oak would lose.
"Okay, Mr. Pirlo, what about your bet?"
Yan Xiaowen was unwilling to let it go.
At this time, Pirlo's comrade came back and whispered a few words into his ear.
Pirlo instantly laughed out loud and thought to himself: Dear Yan, I thought you had found a powerful expert, but it turns out you are just a nameless newbie. What Devilish Eater, they only reported it to the f * cking yesterday, and you want to defeat Oak in today's first match?
I truly regret saying that I won two out of three rounds.
"Alright, dear Yan. If you win, the entire underground white powder market of the entire Shu Village will be 10% of your annual goods and 10% of the Golden Triangle!"
<p></p> < p > "Hiss!"
Yan Xiaowen inhaled a breath of cold air. This chip was enough, the Su Family's most precious drug had always been controlled by Pirlo, so no matter how much he said it would be, it would always be worth it.
It was also said that he had a deep relationship with the Golden Triangle General.
The supply of the Golden Triangle was always in short supply. In addition, more and more drugs were being used in recent years, causing the supply of the goods to decrease.
<p></p> < p > "Alright!"
Yan Xiaowen immediately ordered his men to prepare the agreement. The people who passed the test were impartial and both parties had placed bets, that no matter which side won, the Shura would be able to get 10% of the commission.
<p></p> < p > Constraint that both parties must complete the wager at the same time.
If they did not comply, the Shura would appear. The second warning would be to directly enforce it.
Lotus Flower Codex was an internal martial art, and it was the hardest skill to practice.
After finishing his discussion, Yan Xiaowen walked back to his seat and called the driver to ask him some questions about Duan Hong.
Pirlo instructed his companions to let Oak take three times the usual doses, but he couldn't lose today. His life wasn't really anything, it was more important for his strength to increase or decrease.
Every match in the Shura Arena was brilliant. The first one to fight was a Japanese friend, Qian Ba Fukuda.
His nickname was Gui Sang!
Lotus Flower Codex was an internal martial art, and it was the hardest skill to practice.
At the same time, he wasn't doing it for the money. Although the reward of three separate fights was not much, he had spent it all on it.
His goal was either to improve himself or to end himself. This was a martial arts fanatic!
The battle had begun. The Ghost Sang Futian was very disappointing. Within thirty seconds of the start of the battle, he had struck the Undefeatable War God's collarbone, preventing him from getting up.
<p></p> In order to make the match even more exciting, there were two unprofessional commentators on the stage.
"Jiang Yu, what kind of move do you think that friend used? Why did he keep getting beaten up on the ground?"
"Could it be that this is the long-lost skill of falling to the ground? It's said that this skill requires the latter to use. Look at how Fu Tian is using it now, his body is bent like a large shrimp, and his mouth and nose are bleeding."
"Director Jiang, do you really understand or are you just bragging?"
"Coach Chen, what do you think? The first reason is to confuse the opponent and create the false impression that he's doomed. The second reason is to consume the opponent's physical strength. If you want to beat Fu Tian up, it won't take much effort."
"That makes sense, but I can see that Fu Tian is about to die. Look at Wang Zhong's fists, they're like two large pincers, slashing left and right, and they're hitting the other party hard. If it were me, I would rather use all my strength to hit him —"
<p></p> After a roaring punch from the Rogue Wang, Gui Sang died for good.
Yan Xiaowen only glanced at them coldly. This kind of scene was about the same every time, one looked like a pig getting butchered, and the other looked like a sow waiting to be slaughtered. There was no meaning in that.
The second match was about the same as the first. It wasn't anything exciting for Yan Xiaowen.
The arena was swept clean, and the third battle was about to begin. To Yan Xiao Wen, it felt as if his blood was swelling up.
In the arena, the host, a gentleman, held a microphone in his hand and loudly shouted:" "Today is the last match of our Shura and at the same time, it is also the most intense challenge. Let us first invite our Demon King of Confusion, Shaqui Oak!"
The majority of the people who were sitting upright on the second floor stood up, excitedly watching Oak's arrogant body walk out.
Some of them liked this burly man who looked like a black tower.
Through the match list in his hands, everyone knew that he had to bet some money on Oak against an unknown fighter.
"Oak, Xiu Luo's record for two battles and two victories is actually the key fight. If he can obtain one star primary Asura medallion after winning, let's bless him!"
On the second floor, some people who liked Oak clapped their hands with all their might and shouted out Oak's name. Some people even took out a stack of hundred-dollar bills to throw down to support him with money.
There was not a single trace of emotion on Oak's black face. He looked at his opponent, who was about to come out with a pair of ice-cold eyes.
"Okay, next is the opponent that would like to invite Oak. He is unwilling to reveal his name, and only has a domineering nickname, Devilish Eater! He took the initiative to challenge Oak on his first time participating in the Asura War, his courage is worthy of our admiration! "Welcome —"
At the opposite exit, Duan Hong appeared wearing a white mask and a black elastic vest.
The strange mask left a deep impression on everyone and many people looked at the challenger with interest.
"Director Jiang, what are your thoughts on this match?"
"This Devilish Eater doesn't look simple. Compared to Oak, his emaciated figure looks like a three year old child, and even Oak's firm thighs are comparable to his waist. However, Devilish Eater did not reveal the slightest bit of fear."
"Haha, Instructor Jiang, even if he showed fear, you wouldn't be able to see it. Maybe his face under the white mask is already contorted from fright."
<p></p> < p > "Start of the match!"
After the host finished speaking, he immediately left.
Duan Hong stared fixedly at Oak in front of him. His aura was very strong, all the muscles in his body were beating regularly, the numerous veins were like small snakes, and no one knew how much power was hidden in his blood vessels.
Oak looked at Duan Hong with a similar expression of determination. His thick lips drew back, revealing his white teeth, he was somewhat disdainful.
<p></p> < p > "Boom!
Oak moved, his left foot fiercely stomped on the ground, his body was like a 180 mile tank as he rushed towards Duan Hong, the muscles on his body trembling. Every stomp of his on the ground was able to cause a mini earthquake.
Everyone held their breath, they wanted to see how many rounds this new Devilish Eater could endure.
With a distance of two meters between them, Oak raised his leg like lightning and raised his right foot high up in the air, like an iron pillar smashing towards Duan Hong!
<p></p> < p > Not bad speed, not bad strength.
Duan Hong's left hand formed a dragon's claw as it lightly greeted Oak's flying leg.
"Oh my god, he … he actually has a thin and weak arm to block Oak's ace attack, High Sweep!"
A beautiful foreign woman exclaimed while covering her mouth.
<p></p> < p > "Pa!"
Oak thought that this kick would at least send the little fellow flying in front of him.
The reality was that Duan Hong's left hand firmly grabbed onto Oak's ankle.
His fingers worked like a pair of wire pliers.
In Duan Hong's hands, the kick that he was so proud of was like a crispy rotten wood.
Dragon Seizing Hand, his third master had become famous for his unique skill. He was a gourmet, and when fighting animals, he relied on Dragon Seizing Hand to break tendons and bones. He had once crushed a bull's horn with one hand!
<p></p> Duan Hong inherited this technique!
<p></p> < p > "Kacha."
The crisp sound of bones breaking was transmitted into Duan Hong's ears.
<p></p> < p > "Your bones are far worse than a bull's horns."
The deep pain coursed through his entire body like electric currents. Oak's breath became heavier, his eyes bloodshot, the stimulant began to show its might, and the pain lessened greatly.
Just as he was about to pull back his right leg, Duan Hong made his move. When he was in the Golden Snake Gang, he had relied on his hands to tear his husband apart.
His right hand was like a cannonball as it struck Oak's chest.
<p></p> < p > "Kacha."
His chest had shattered and the powerful force had shattered Oak's internal organs, especially his heart. He never thought that he would be so weak in front of this white mask.
<p></p> < p > "Pu!"
Oak's eyeballs protruded out and his black lips expanded. He spat out a mouthful of green blood due to his internal organs being destroyed.
His heavy body flew for more than three meters before heavily crashing into the ground.
The iron tower in everyone's heart was lightly smashed into pieces by Duan Hong's palm just like that.
What was the use of a stronger stimulant?
Lotus Flower Codex was an internal martial art, and it was the hardest skill to practice.
<p></p> < p > Silence!
Silence, a deathly silence.
Everyone in the Ashura Court was so shocked that they even forgot to record the time.
Fortunately, Instructor Jiang reacted quickly and shouted loudly: "Devilish Eater! Devilish Eater has won, he — he only used — in less than ten seconds, the fastest guy in the entire Shouluo arena had won! "
<p></p> With his shout, the whole field went into an uproar.
The host hurriedly led the medical personnel onto the stage. They weren't treating Oak, but checking if he was really dead.
The result: Oak's lower leg was broken into pieces, his internal organs had become as broken as rotten meat, and his heart had directly turned into minced meat!
Just a moment ago, he remembered that when he had just walked back, Devilish Eater had already grabbed Oak's leg when he turned around. In the blink of an eye, Oak was sent flying backwards, to the point where he did not even notice how he fell.
At this time, Duan Hong was a little embarrassed. After hearing the commentator speak in English, he did not understand and secretly asked the host: "Erm, hello. May I ask, what is a ko?"
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